He thought he'd seen her snarl before, but it was nothing like this. This puts him in mind of the hyenas at Melbourne zoo, slathering and wild. For a moment he can just look, bewildered, at that pretty mouth turned gaping maw.

Luckily for him, reality isn't too tardy about sinking in. "Oh hell," he growls, with the realisation that he's just been played two ways. Her grip on him is far tighter than it should be, but he manages to twist enough within it to present her with some solid arm muscle, rather than a spot near pressure points and arteries he'd sooner keep untouched.

"Cameron, you don't want to do this," he tries, grasping for something as he stumbles back against the cabinets.